Most writers hope for fame and money, but they also need to write for their own pleasure, if only to sustain themselves while researching markets and doing the grunt work needed to pull a story or article together. We can push our pet projects, or use our talents in politics or for whatever purpose grabs us. We might even help other people while we help ourselves.
My cause is military history. I got into saving World War II stories because the sister of my wife's best friend was married to an ace fighter pilot, one of the few hundred with at least five air victories. I joined the Friends of the Aces and started going to their reunions, where I heard amazing tales of air combat and survival that have never been recorded. Some of these guys were in wheelchairs and they were starting to die off at an alarming rate. Soon their personal stories would be as lost to us as those from the Civil War or World War I.
I felt a visceral panic, and sent letters urging them all to record their stories, offering help in any way I could to preserve them. I got nice letters back from several, including Tex Hill, but no takers. With his son, Tex later published his adventures with the Flying Tigers. I like to think my urging had something to do with it, but others had been after him for years to put it all down on paper.
Next, I began doing oral histories for the Nimitz Museum in nearby Fredericksburg, Texas, which has a nice archive, but where transcripts can gather dust for years. To get the stories of veterans in front of the public, I set up a small publishing company and began actively searching for manuscripts. On an obscure internet listing of vets looking for publishers, I stumbled across Bob Rogge and his story, which contained some of the most riveting combat scenes I'd ever read. They became
Fearsome Battle; With the Canadian Army in World War II Europe.
Then I taped a brief 3-hour oral history with Charlie Scheffel for the Nimitz and dutifully sent in the transcript, but I couldn't get his story out of my mind. Finally, we agreed to try to make a book of it. Almost six years later, after some great editorial help and suggestions from the IWW nonfiction list, Camroc Press published
Crack! and Thump: With a Combat Infantry Officer in World War II.
I do this because I love it so. There hasn't been much money in it, but the letters I've received from old soldiers or their family members who've read Charlie's story make it very gratifying.
Charlie's happy, too. Recently he got a letter from a woman whose husband fought with the Big Red One in North Africa and Sicily at the same time Charlie was fighting with the 9th Division a few miles away. She wrote that her husband is now in failing health and asked if Charlie would please inscribe a copy " To Bob, a great soldier." She ended her letter simply: "He's my hero."
And then there's always the next book, like the diary of a mechanic with the Tuskegee Airmen, or maybe the letters of a WAC who served with Patton and Bradley in 12th Army Group Headquarters and wrote to her family from London on June 6, 1944:
"You talk about the tension over there about the invasion, what do you think we
think about it? Sometimes I get sick. Of course we aren't blind, nor deaf, and
some things we know, and sometimes I sit in conferences and get shaky. I can't
swallow the lump in my throat."
You can see I'm not really a writer at all, just a sort of manic amateur historian. I don't know markets, or if you can make any money writing this stuff, though occasionally a book like
Flags of Our Fathers breaks through. But then, lightning can strike in any genre.
Anyway, take a moment, if you will, and consider what your own personal love may be. Think about using your writing skills to share some of that love with readers who may not even be aware your subject exists. You never know how many folks you might touch, or in what ways.
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Barry Basden is CEO, janitor, and majority shareholder, of
Camroc Press, publisher of military history. In high school, he says, he hung out with the actors and poets. But five colleges, ten years, and countless false starts later, he became a CPA and financial manager. Go figure.
Now he's back dealing with what he's always preferred: stories. He tried to explain that to his mother one day a few years ago and she stopped him in mid-sentence. "I've always known you love books," she said, "ever since you hitchhiked home from New York with no clothes and only books in your suitcase."
Moms. They know stuff.
